Now and then I could see the truce hanging involuntary over us,
as we mingled with fate along our friends,
night after day and day after night.
But be there no prison to hold us before death,
when we will claw and gnaw and shriek,
for all our worth and justice-feathered hearts.

Now and then I could see the silent words piercing though us,
as we swayed in the wind to the rhythm of the trees,
evening after morning and morning after evening.
But be there no power to hold our tongues before death,
when we will curse and gloat and shatter,
for all our breaths and pillow-winged lungs.

Now and then I could see the hidden emotions taken from us,
as we stared into the depths of our ponds,
dream after awakening and awakening after dream.
But be there no kiss to hold us apart before death,
when we will cry and grape and shake,
for all our loves and absent-minded thoughts.